Wednesday, October 31, 2007




My friend sent me this the other day, and I have to say I'm well on my way to believing that it could be the remedy for all my dog-longings. Like many of my friends, my desire to have a canine companion has been foreshadowed by the fact that I live in a distinctly bijou attic flat, three floors up. So that means a major trek whenever they wanted the loo, and anything but a drugged, ancient or legless dog would be driven mad by its confining size.

The double blessing of crocheting my own dog would be that it might help solve my financial crisis (I won't be spending any money if I'm perpetually crocheting plus I won't have to pay out any vet fees) and also I get to while away my Winter immersed in crocheting bliss instead of perpetually mulling over tedious existential questions such as where the fuck is my life is going? Handy.

Also, it would mean that I can finally fill the dog basket that lies mournfully empty in my hallway, waiting for some furry fellow to come and grace its sheepskin interior.


5 comments:

a feckless boy said...

what name have you given this fine beast? The rippling muscles give it a kind of bill bixby -Lou feringo -the hulk kind of look..."don't make me bark, You wouldn't like me when i bark".

clare said...

I think it would have to be something glamorous and Russian like Pushkin or Vladimir. Or Popov.

I see what you mean about the muscles, very bulgey. I was a bit in love with The Incredible Hulk when I was little. He was so cool. And so green.

a feckless boy said...

yes, but not much of a conversationist..

clare said...

the strong, silent, green, type..

theseus said...

i like how it looks tough, like it is a suit of armor in the shape of a dog...